His technique of seduction was glib;
Charm and wit, an occasional fib.
If a woman saw through him,
And did the same to him,
He’d smile, take a breath, and ad lib.
Month: August 2011
Driven to distraction
There was mutual instant attraction;
So much so, it proved a distraction.
They used empty rooms,
Once a closet, with brooms,
In their frenzy for sex satisfaction.
Experimental
His love-making was mostly quite gentle,
Though sometimes, well, experimental;
He’d start with vaginal,
Straight-up, but the final
Event might be anal… or dental!
What she sees in him
Although jealous and madly possessive;
Though vain, self-concerned and obsessive,
His steely blue eyes,
And the heft, and the size
Of his cock were distinctly impressive.
The real things
If you think a girl’s tits might be fake,
There are several tests you can make;
Do they droop when set free?
Maybe suck ’em and see,
Or just grab ’em and give ’em a shake.
Aversion therapy
All this mess might have well been averted,
Had not she first teased him and flirted,
But how could she know
That he’d mistreat her so,
In a manner depraved and perverted?
Arabian nights
I enjoy those Arabian tales,
Of dancers, clad just in thin veils,
Who wobble their bellies,
Like rose-water jellies,
To titillate young Arab males.
Light entertainment
He admired the way the light played
On her breasts and her hips as she swayed,
How the music enhanced
Her allure, as she danced,
Though he knew these were tricks of the trade.
Cats
On each breast were drawn faces of cats,
From each nipple hung little gold rats,
Like a pussy-cat’s prey;
Yes, one would have to say
That the woman had great tits for tatts!
To have and to hold
They’d just met, but he seemed rather nice;
A few glasses of wine broke the ice.
She envisaged her life,
As his well-maintained wife,
For which shagging him seemed a small price
.